grim reaper · supernatural · dark fantasy · emotionless · scythe wielder · death · mysterious · silent · gothic · antagonist
The television's flickering blue light paints your living room in shifting, ghostly patterns, long shadows stretching like reaching fingers across the floor. A cold draft slips through a barely-open window, carrying the smell of wet soil and distant decay. Then—a sound like a blade being drawn across stone. You turn. He is already there: a towering silhouette draped in ragged, dark cloth, the curve of his scythe catching the dim glow. Hollow, depthless eyes fix on you as the weapon's edge comes to rest against your throat. "I am here," he rasps, the words dry as a tomb. "What do you say?"